My Child Aids Me
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I'm puzzled as to why it continually happens, my pal Jenny has stated the same issue - their spouses no longer seem interested in sex. It's critical! Are they cheating on us? I meticulously inspect Paul's underwear during laundry, but no clues, just regular pee droplets, no semen. I don't comprehend.
Am I to blame? Is it something wrong with me, am I repulsing them? I'm unchanged from the woman Paul once married, the one he enjoyed engaging in intercourse with daily, with more frequency on holidays and non-work days. Initially, it simmered down last year, and now, nothing. I don my racy underthings for him. I offer him glimpses under my skirts around the lounge. Nearly always sleep naked. I keep fit, going to the gym. I'm not overweight.
True, my breasts have shifted position somewhat, but that's unavoidable. If I believed surgery would solve the issue, I'd consider it.
Jenny claims the same story, her John isn't interested in her; their marriages have become strained, and we're baffled as to why.
"Perhaps we should embrace this and just swallow each other," she suggested when we met at our local Hot Java.
"I've never done that," I gasped, nearly spilling my coffee. "I'm at a loss for how to proceed, I just...don't know."
"Don't know what?" she inquired.
"Ever been with another woman, or while growing up did you engage in sexual play with your peers?"
"No."
"Never attempted anything with a girl? Incredible. No?"
"Never, not even in my wildest dreams."
"I've done it before, you know."
"How so?"
"Just as the saying goes, men often believe they only require their penis inside you for satisfaction. It appears society has rubbed off on them more these days."
"True, or not so, Paul and others aren't bothered even with that. It's a mystery to me."
"Perhaps we've entered the realm of mutual masturbation."
"Well, I've no experience with that, even if I do grasp the concept."
"What do you mean? No personal experience?"
"Not a lick. Oh my, no."
"'Not a lick'?"
"I haven't intellectually debated this before."
"Have you never been with another woman, or even when you were a child playing those nascent games of exploration?"
"No."
"So, no lesbian encounters?"
"No, absolutely not. Just curious. No, although I've been with several capable lovers, upon reflection, I realized a few months back that guy-girl is only half the story for me."
"You're not a lesbian?"
"No, mind you! I like a prick within me, and I enjoy a good woman's tongue too."
"So what brings this knowledge to light now?"
"My guy doesn't seem to appreciate my body anymore, and I realized that."
"Oh."
"What?"
"Just, 'oh,' I don't have an answer."
"You've never thought about it?"
"Nope, I have only pondered the idea in passing many years ago."
"Do you want to try it, experience a female-female encounter?"
"I'm unsure. Jenny and I have been pals for ages, but you up there?"
"If you're considering it, I'd be glad to assist."
I pondered this on my way home, even as I entered my abode, my mind still spinning. I removed my blouse, bra, and skirt, discarding them. I peeled off my panties and retrieved a box in my cupboard. Inside was a collection of adult toys, some we once used together, yet Paul probably forgot about them.
I picked up a large vibrator, a phallic, intrusive one. Before Jack moved out, the noise made us avoid using it much. However, the length and vibrations proved irresistible. Intrigued, I mounted the bed and activated the vibrator, relishing the intense buzz and pulsating vibes.
I pushed 'big boy' against my clitoris and marveled at the incredible sensations. He then occupied my valley, tinkering, exploring to find my limits. Increasingly stimulating, I fantasized about the vibrator being operated by Jenny. She operated the vibrator up and down my folds, soon exploring deeper.
I experienced throbbing sensations emanating from within my crotch. My nipples hardened, sphincter tightened, and my frame arched as my climax erupted, uttering guttural screams until I flinched, suddenly gasping.
"Mum, you okay?" Jack entered my bedroom to confirm. "I heard screaming. Oops, sorry."
He stood there frozen, staring at his mother, naked on the bed with a big vibrator between her legs.
I was speechless for a second; the orgasm had drained me. I tried signaling with my hand for him to leave, but he just stood still.
"Jack?" I panted. I thought you weren't home.
"No, I'm just in my room."
"You didn't answer when I bellowed for you."
"Probably had my headphones on. Listen, sorry, I assumed you were hurt or something."
"No." I was fully aware of the vibrator protruding between my legs, but I didn't want to attract attention to it. All I wanted was for him to leave now.
"Only I had no idea girls dabbled in that."
"For Pete's sake, Jack, surely you've watched porn?"
"No."
"Oh. Well, if you'd indulge me, we'll discuss this once I'm okay. Now, if you don't mind, could you vacate my quarters?"
"Okay, mum," he left my room.
Jesus, how discombobulating, I thought. I had dried a little, and the Big Boy was stuck. I'd never experienced this predicament before, so I wasn't sure what to do. I decided the shower was my best bet. I shuffled, remember, you don't stroll with a huge dildo lodged in place, to the shower, turned it on, and aimed the shower rose upwards to add lubrication. Oh my, that water jet on my clitoris is a divine sensation; I'm definitely going to explore that another day.
I truly required a third hand to extract the dildo, hold the shower, and dilate my entrance, but I wasn't about to call on Jack for help. Eventually, I managed to ease the dildo out. Goodness forbid, I'd placed myself in a tricky predicament.
I toweled myself off, wore a T-shirt, underwear, and a skirt, then approached my faux pas. Jack was chilling in the kitchen, guzzling a soda.
"Apologies, Jack," he said.
"No problem, Jack. Honestly, you responded appropriately given the circumstances. It happened, and that's the end of it."
"Mum, could I ask you a question?"
"Sure, all right."
"Why, I mean, since you're married to dad, shouldn't the two of you be, you know, satisfying each other?"
Oy, we've arrived at the nitty-gritty.
"Never, ever, say this to anyone. But your dad isn't interested anymore. So I've taken matters into my hands."
"Whoa mum, I swear to God, I won't mention this to anyone."
"Don't utter such remarks about your dad. No, he isn't."
"Dad is, like...stupid...if I were married to you, I'd be pleasuring you constantly, you look absolutely sizzling. I couldn't resist you."
Holy cow, boys aren't supposed to harbor inappropriate thoughts about their mom, are they?
"Honestly, Jack, thank you, but I don't condone those thoughts. You should focus on a girlfriend and think about her instead."
He was silent for a while, then, "No mum, I had girlfriends before, and they were satisfactory physically, but mentally?" He shook his head. "Honestly, they weren't you."
Lord have mercy, where do we proceed from here? I was still reeling from what he had seen me doing earlier. It shouldn't be a son's responsibility to see his mother self-pleasuring.
"Tea?" I inquired of Jack. A change of subject was in order.
"Yes, please, mum."
And that concluded the episode. I prepared tea and he sauntered off to his room, likely to his video game.
I sipped my tea contemplatively and proceeded to the linen cupboard to retrieve the duvet cover. As I strolled past Jack's room, he could be heard groaning.
"Oh mum, yes mum," he muttered in a hushed voice. I peeked and witnessed him laying on his bed with his shorts and underwear down, masturbating and using my name, seemingly envisioning himself inside me.
I felt I should allow him his privacy, but I just couldn't move away. And then he did something I'd never seen a man do. He shoved his hand up, his foreskin fully covering the head, and he rocked his penis.
"Oh mum, yes mum," he groaned. It appeared he was climaxing without ejaculating.
"Yes mum, I'm filling your womb, flooding you," he murmured and then sighed, relaxing his hand.
Paul's hand gestures showcased a powerful moment of climax. He had held his penis like it was inside me, and his sperms came flowing out. This visual was intriguing.
Sitting on my bed and pondering over the image, I couldn't help but think about it and feel a sense of pleasure. My sensation was heightened as if I was part of the act.
Paul left for work, giving me a quick peck before leaving, whereas Jack headed into town. While I was emptying the dishwasher, a text came in from Jenny.
'Would you like some coffee?'
'Yes, come on over.' I replied promptly.
Grabbing my PG Tips, heating the water in the kettle, and pouring it into the French press, I prepared the coffee for us.
Jenny walked in, "I assume you've been thinking about what I suggested a while back."
Sure, we both knew I had been thinking, but there was something more to share.
"Before that, I need to tell you something else."
"What? Come on, share."
"I was walking past Jack's room the other day, and I heard something."
"Oh my, was he..." Her hand fluttered.
"Yes, he was. I overheard what happened. And he didn't make a horrible mess like a typical teenage boy would."
Her eyes were sparkling with curiosity. "What happened?"
I hesitated, but then decided to disclose this. ""I'm not sure if he was masturbating or if he was locked inside a pretend vagina that he made with his hand."
"Bloody hell, that's damn deep! I bet he was thinking of someone fantasizing that cock of his was inside a vagina."
"Well, I have no idea." I lied, hiding my guilt.
Jenny sipped her coffee. "Have you seen him naked?"
"I don't think so," I confessed, "I hope that doesn't send me straight to hell."
"Or even heard you...playing with yourself."
"That's unlikely. Jack's been spending most of his time with his father."
"Hmmm, alright then. The important thing is, the house is vacant now, both of us can't find satisfaction alone. Why don't we head to your room and see what mischief we can get into?"
"You mean 'glorified masturbation', right?"
"Yup, follow me."
My nerves got the better of me with the thought of being with a woman, although I have always enjoyed it when Paul went down on me. However, these days, that doesn't happen anymore.
I secured the front door, locked on the inside, and led Jenny up to my bedroom.
When we entered my room, I undressed, removing my blouse, bra, skirt, and panties. Jenny, too, was naked. She laid down on the bed, her feet up against the pillows, inviting me to join her.
I undressed and lay next to Jenny. I slid my hand down, feeling her wetness. "Oh my, it's soaking," I whispered.
I moved towards Jenny's face. Her head tilted towards mine as I reached her open thighs. My nose ran from her button to her entry, inhaling her musky aroma. Then, I dipped my head to take a teasing lick of her entrance. She gasped in delight.
I had a finger at her entrance. Gently I plugged her, exploring her body, opening her up. Jenny's lips enclosed my button. A groan escaped me.
I slid up the bed, advancing towards Jenny's enticing womanhood. My hand travelled down her valley to her button, feeling her warmth as her lips wrapped around me.
A finger slid into my damp opening, entering my being, exploring me, teasing me. She pierced through the warm heavens, reaching my clitoris while her tongue dabbed on my entrance, further arousing me.
The women indulged me, her finger probing deeper, pressing against my clitoris but from inside. With this new rhythm, we continued to please each other.
I traced a finger from her anus along her entrance, wrapping it around her, and felt her respond by soaking me. I pressed on her G-spot, intensifying her pleasure.
The pleasure was escalating, we were getting acquainted with each other, and I couldn't resist some extra stimulation. I twisted my finger and added pressure.
I began to lose control, though I was nowhere near orgasm yet. Something felt different; I hadn't had fantasies of a woman since before Jack became a part of my life.
Suddenly, Jenny cried out, her mouth firm on my clitoris, an embarrassingly loud moan escaping her. I was convinced she was close.
In the moment, I moved my finger, taking Jenny by surprise. My fingertip lingered on her clit, causing intense orgasms.
"I told you I can be kinky," I said, my voice low and raspy.
Her eyes stared at me through wet lashes, amazed by the intensity. "You beautiful minx," she murmured, hugging me.
We both took a moment to recover from our tryst. I pressed my fingers on the remote control of my vibrator.
"Would you like?" I asked.
Lying there with my body recovering, it dawned on me; masturbating a clit had an entirely different feel than a penis.
"Nah," she answered instantly.
Despite this, the pussy play was the highlight of my life in recent years, and I was relishing the moment. In fact, I proposed keeping this up every week. She happily consented, holding me close.
After our encounter, I clothed myself and opened the door.
"We disappeared for a while, if Jack comes home, tell him you fell asleep immediately."
Jenny and I both walked down the stairs and into the conservatory, where we were joined by a steaming cup of PG Tips.
As we chatted, the steamy air had a sensual warmth and lingered between us. With the back door closed, a hazy, comfortable connection filled that space. My partner had brought her coffee over, and as we caught up, we sipped, chatting happily, and slowly enjoying our 'jollies'.
Jenny was manipulating my womanhood with her fingers, one scratching at my scar, the other stretching my insides, then moving in and out, almost like a man. I wished it was a real man instead.
I nibbled her clitoris, and gently licked it, holding it with my tongue, in and out of her skin, creating my own finger shag. I watched her opening expand and contract as my fingers shagged her, her backside creasing ever so slightly, flexing as I worked her body.
She was making these guttural noises, "Fuck, shit, yes." I felt her vagina tighten and she arched up, pushing me up.
"Good?" I inquired.
"Holy shit, do you think you've done this before?"
"First time. I just did what I like when Paul does it to me."
"Did you? I didn't know that."
"Same time as you." And that's it, I've found my place at the devil's table.
It was pleasant, but, well, I prefer a real man. I still managed to give Jenny an orgasm. We dressed and left, Jenny declined a second cup of coffee and went off back to her life, pondering whether she should seduce my son.
That night as we prepared for sleep, I hugged Paul and touched his member, it didn't become rigid.
"I need you Paul."
"I can't, it doesn't get hard anymore."
"Go to the doctor, get some medication."
"I can't, it's too embarrassing. Also, I got some from the pharmacy, but they didn't work."
"Okay. Can't you, uh, just show me some affection? I feel so...forsaken."
"No baby, I can't. I love you more than anything, but to try to do something with you when nothing is happening to me is really difficult. Sorry."
So that was that. Over. After breakfast and Paul had left, Jack came in the kitchen. I wasn't dressed yet, just wearing my robe.
"Good morning, mum."
"Good morning, son."
He strolled over and gave me a snuggle, but in an inappropriate way, as I could feel his erection poking me. Sadly, the only erection I'll ever feel poking me.
"I can help you mum."
"How can you help me?"
"You don't need that woman Jenny. I got home yesterday, but I left you to it. The front door was locked, but the back door was open. I saw."
"Oh."
He drew me to him and kissed me, mouths wide open, my mouth welcomed him. I felt a hand squeezing my breast, caressing it, lifting it. His tongue dived deeper and a hand situated my robe aside and ran along my belly button. I didn't even consider stopping him.
"Not here son."
I pulled him back and went up to my room. I discarded my robe and lay on the bed. I turned around and observed Jack standing in the entrance, observing my nudity. Could he see that I was aroused?
He dropped his shorts and was now also naked, his member prominently visible. He approached me, I retreated and bumped against the bed, Jack pushed me onto it. He leaned across and blew on my sex.
My God, I almost climaxed right then. I had zero hesitations or ethical thoughts, but a lot of my desire. I needed him. His tongue probed into my valley, spreading my lips apart, his tongue rough at my lips, soft and wet in my valley. He curved his fingers around my entrance, opening me, probing, entering me, I tightened my insides as he entered me.
I lay down and closed my eyes. I was receiving pleasure from a man, which is what I sought as a woman. His fingers moved steadily and methodically, faster and harder, my heart almost stopped, I gulped in air and then a moment came, I went rigid, my back arched and I gasped loudly and grabbed onto his fingers.
He removed his fingers from me, gently sliding them across my tightening rear, causing my body to tighten and my breath to catch. He stood up and came toward me, his erect penis facing me. I scooted back onto the bed, and Jack joined me, his hand guiding his penis to my entrance. He inserted it slowly, stretching me further than his fingers could, moving deeper with each thrust.
Quickly, he climbed on top of me, his hand stilled on his penis which he was guiding toward my opening. Rubbing the tip at my entrance, he finally pushed in, causing me to shrink with pleasant surprise as his penis penetrated me. It was significantly larger than his fingers, reaching deeper parts of me, pushing my limits.
My legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around his back, nails digging into his skin, breath shortened with anticipation. He paused, teasing me then pulled back slightly, but didn't completely disengage. His absence left a void, and my vagina craved his presence. My curiosity had been left wanting for more than a year.
I exhaled sharply as Jack drove himself back inside me, thrusting hard and deep before pulling back again. His pace was fast, devoid of tenderness. These were my first sensations of having a penis again and, while he might not have known what he was doing, I was grateful for the opportunity.
Finally, the sounds of his breathing intensified as the gasps of my pleasure became more frequent. Reaching climax, I realized the gasps were my own, frantically breathing but not exhaling. Savoring this rare moment with my son. My body was overwhelmed, feeling a blur of movement, but I couldn't sense where my son's penis was exactly.
My son's eyes grew wide, and I too gasped, "Oh God," his voice echoing mine.
As my son reached his point of climax, I felt his semen explode within me, with every spurt, the explosive sensations caused my body to react with pain. My back arched off the bed as my vagina tightened, squeezing out the last of his seeds.
I sank back into the bed, content and fulfilled.
I was right. He could help me.
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